I actually started to like this story. At first it was just me wanting uhh... anyway, I started to like it. Its still a Ulquiorra story. Seriously it is. Im going to make as side story after its over with a alternate Grimmjow ending. OH MAN. WTF. Why am I writing this story? I hate triangles. Actually, when ichigo turns up it will become a square. WHY AM I WRITING THIS. OH fuck that. I go back and fix my bad writing after I post, I know, doesnt make any sense. So hold off an hour after I post if you want something legible. LOL I SUCK
I was listening to 'South Side' by Triathalon. Just in case you need some tunes. Kinda fluffed up my horror story. Bad choice on my part.
Chapter 8: Grease
The lights were on. I woke up smothered underneath his body. It wasn't sexual, he had just rolled his body over me. His body is heavy, his body is hot, this bed is poking into my back, and I want to leave. The position isn't terrible, its just suffocating. In other words... terrible. So I decided I needed out regardless of the consequences that may occur when waking this sleeping man. This is a - oh man he is heavy - seemingly insurmountable task. My hands are slipping, he is sweaty. That is... not ok. He is unpleasant. Maybe I should hit him, maybe I should used my powers to 'reject' him. No... I don't think that would work. To strong, to sweaty.
Its so hot.
Ill ask him nicely. "Please get off."
... He isn't moving.
"Grimmjow, please..." I say a little louder.
There is no reaction. I start to wiggle, it seems the more I struggle the heavier he gets. Almost like he is pushing down on me.
"Off. Get off!" I am yelling now, this is actually really frustrating.
I want out. I want out. I want out.
Suddenly I feel his body shaking and heard the repressed sound of sustained laughter. At that moment I knew. I knew he was doing this on purpose. In a rage I started to scratch his chest. Pushing even harder, if I could. Irritating. insufferable.
He grunted in discomfort then finally pushed himself up a bit. I looked at my captors face looking back down at me. He had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. It was so genuine, so innocent, coming from a man like him that I felt my mood change all to quickly. I had to take a moment to look at him. He felt different. Clear. It was a familiar feeling, akin to the ones I felt when I was with my friends. Friends like Tatsuki or... No its more like... Who do you remind me of? I suddenly feel like breaking. I dont think I want to remember.
"Hey woman? Whats wrong with you?"
He sounds oddly concerned. I cant say how that makes me feel or even if its real. He is being weird. I dont want to look at him anymore so I looked some where else. Not really focusing on anything.
I shouldn't be this way. These people took me away. There must be something wrong with me. Well, I guess he isnt these people. He didnt care about me at all. It was Ulquiorra. It was Aizen. It was my fault wasnt it? No...
"Hey... Hey look at me."
Despite myself I found my eyes moving back to his face. He wasn't smiling anymore, he looked confused and a little ashamed. I guess he is thinking I am mad at him. Why should he care I wondered?
I shouldn't have tried to find the answer in his eyes. They look familiar. Who am I seeing?
He sighed, shifting his gaze to my hair. "Your thing is loose."
My 'thing'?
Suddenly I felt him pick something off my hair and hold it up to my face. It was my hair beret. That doesn't get loose though, how did he get it out? They must have let him for some reason.
"See? It wasnt even..."
He stops and smiles again, twisting itt between his thumb and his index finger as it caught the light. My focus shifted back to his eyes and I saw its reflection in them. It looked like a star. That hair beret is the most valuable thing I have. It means the world to me. But I didnt mind him touching it. I wonder why? I have only been around Grimmjow for a little while. I dont really trust him. I am often afraid of him to. But there was more.
"This is a part of you right? Like my Pantera is for me."
I nod my head and continued to watch him quietly.
"How do I put this on you anyway?"
I felt him, in an almost timid way, try to place it back in my hair before he gave up and tried to hand it back to me. I watched as his faced changed from surprise to wonder as it glowed, dissipated from his hands, then latched itself back in my hair tightly.
"Heh, would ya look at that." he said in a wispy way before he frowned as if something smelled wrong. Then he rolled off me and flung himself off the side of the bed. He took one more look at me, with a smile that quickly became condescending, before he walked away without another word. He kicked what was left of the door on his way out, it shattered into bits as it aggressively hit the wall.
Its like some kind of strange little bubble popped and brought the world back into view. And the view was just as ugly and lonely as it was before.
When I finally decided to get up and walk out the room, I was surprised. Ulquiorra was leaning against the wall just outside of it.
